Musing 11 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If some one is ceased of nearer blood or dear
Foretelling not the unusual departure of motion,
Bitter pain in flight with dark winged shadows
Teases the beings out of wit those once breathed close.
Rhythm of spirit together under the roof is shattered,
Rendering the voices sober dull and hush
As if the fallen harmony for a reed missing.
Damp cheeks with stain of salt like mourning creeks
Gushing out the water of groaning sea with eyes blinking,
Leaving the hearts high and dry in drought of hopes.